It is winter,
The monster's lonesome grew.
Beneath the sheets,
He pictures his prey.The rain,
Glistens off the streets.
A young lady,
With no purpose but to be loved.The headboard banging
The wetness forming at her back-
Blood and sweat,
Squirming.The fish is stronger than
The mermaid.Beneath the white sheets,
He pictures his prey.Beneath the white sheets,
He studies his prey.Beneath the white sheets,
She bleeds and tears.A fine line,
Between love and sex.